"Mr. Chu, the Prince and the two young masters from the Yang and Long families insist on meeting you. What do you think?"
On the sixth underground level of the Longevity Club, Chu Mo was holding a phone. On the other end was Yang Xuan, the club's general manager.
Upon receiving Yang Xuan's call, Chu Mo narrowed his eyes slightly. He glanced at the mature woman in front of him, a hint of impatience flashing in his eyes, then immediately instructed:
"From now on, don't let anyone disturb me. If someone looks for me, tell them I'm not here."
With those words, without giving the other party a chance to explain, Chu Mo hung up the phone.
At this moment, the mature woman named Felice paused her steps, which were about to leave. She returned to the bar, her gaze fixed on a peculiar fruit inside the bar as she raised her eyebrow and said:
